Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The bright blue flames of the Black Dead are completely fueled by magic power. They are attached to the black gas of the Black Dead. The high magic power makes it infinitely powerful.

This is the latest version of the fire bottle developed by Maca, because the use of the fire dragon's melting gland, the cost has become extremely high.

As it is said that there is no killing without trading, the birth of each vial means that an innocent and cute fire dragon has been killed mercilessly.

At this moment, the black dead was lying on the ground completely unable to move, his body was exhausted because of magic power, and the flame was gradually extinguished.

Moody's leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, the power of the Black Dead is particularly arrogant. The punch just now has completely shattered his shoulder.

"G ... Granger," Old Moody moved his body hard, but the severe pain in his left shoulder made it difficult for him to sit upright. "What was it just now? It looks like ... hot fire?"

"It's from Maca, a potion." Hermione hurried to Moody's, looked at his almost completely collapsed and twisted shoulder, and said hurriedly, "Stop talking, Professor Moody. ... There is also a potion for trauma here. You drank it soon. "

This bottle of healing potion is the same as the one used to save Luna in the second project, or even filled from the same pot.

Maca gave her three bottles of potions as a birthday gift. It was already expected that the top three would not be smooth, so it was saved for Hermione, who was accidentally selected as a warrior.

But who knows, now it's all used on Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody took the potion bottle politely, opened the stopper with his teeth, and then groaned with his head down and drank it. There was no way to do it, his shoulder hurt too much, and his neck couldn't lift up.

Suddenly, his demon's eyes twitched, and then suddenly rolled into his eye socket.

"... Okay, I won't say anything thank you," Moody finished his potion and frowned, "Miss Granger, go home first! Now it's too dangerous outside, don't Come out blindly! "

"but"

"No, but!" Moody said impatiently, "McLean's kid mentioned to me, this time, don't you all run out!"

"Maca?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and ignored Moody's dissuasion directly. "Where's Maca? Where did he go? The third project before ... didn't he participate?"

"He ... what happened today ... does he all know?"

Upon hearing this, Old Moody glanced at her casually, but there was a stun in his eyes.

"You don't need to care about these things!" He waved his right hand, who was still active, urging, "Go back! Go back to the auditorium to inform McGonagall and prepare to start the Knights of Stone Pier!"

"Knights of the Stone Pier?" Hermione repeated it blankly.

"Don't ask me to explain ... There's no time, understand?" Moody urged again, "Hurry back, you'll know by then!"

"But teach you"

"I'll be there after a short break!" Seeing Hermione still wanting to keep talking, he simply reached out and pushed, "Go! Don't understand? Go!"

Hermione hesitated, shifting her steps, and finally turned and ran into the dark corridor.

Although she didn't know what the "Stone Pier Knights" was and what happened, she knew that Professor Moody should not be targeted.

It seems ... there are other enemies coming?

Seeing Hermione leave, Old Moody breathed a sigh of relief, then braced his pain, and stood with his right arm on his left arm.

He could feel that the bottle of healing potion Hermione had given him worked very well, but it would take time to get any better results. But right now ...

"Time ... doesn't seem to be enough."

Old Moody held his arm on the left side and turned around to look at the left side. The magic eye in his eye socket followed to the front, staring at the back of the corner of the castle.

Immediately, the moment when two long hairy feet were protruded around the corner, he closed his eyes tightly.

Facts have proved that Alastomudi, who fought the Black Wizards all year round, is a real iron man. Even if he is old, there is no retrogression in determination.

"Fragmented."

Moody raised his wand, aimed at his left shoulder without hesitation, and simply removed the entire left arm.

The bones on the left shoulder were completely broken. Although it would not take much time to wait for the bones to grow, he obviously thought that he had no chance to wait.

To be honest, from Moody's point of view, his judgment was fine. But Moody didn't know that at this moment, as long as he walked into the castle's back door, he could be protected by Dumbledore's defensive barrier.

One arm with the sleeves of the leather windbreaker fell to the ground with a click, splashing a few wisp of dust. The wound was quickly crusted and closed under the action of a powerful healing potion.

At the same time, the mysterious enemies around the corner also panned out of the shadows and came under the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight.

"Huh! Today's enemies are not the same as those stupid black wizards of previous years ... but not all!"

The old Moody snorted, and the normal right eye was closed tightly, while the magic eye in the left eye socket burst with the greatest brightness so far, and the blue glare pointed directly in front.

In his vision of the demon eye, the precise alchemy array was not affected in the slightest, and it immediately sped up and locked the enemy's body firmly.

...

In the auditorium, Harry and Ron stood honestly in front of Professor McGonagall, accepting blame and reprimand with awkward faces.

Beside them, Filch was already scratching his back, tensing his stinking face and staring coldly.

In the middle of the auditorium, most of the little wizards stared at them both with astonishment, and whispered from time to time how they ran out.

Suddenly, with a rush of footsteps, Hermione gasped out of the side gallery passage.

"Teach, professor ..."

She seemed to be running too fast, and even said something unfavorably.

Everyone was deeply surprised by Hermione's appearance, and Filch even stared at her with bloodshot eyes in astonishment.

"What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall exaggerated. "Miss Granger, where have you been? You don't understand, now it's really dangerous outside!"

"Professor ..." Hermione swallowed, moistened her dry throat, and then waved her hands. "Professor Moody ... he prepared you to open the stone ... Knights of the Stone Pier!"

"Moody?"

McGonagall froze for a moment, but only for a moment.

She nodded immediately, and then said to professors such as Flitwick, "Here I leave it to you, I'll go to the main entrance ..."

When the other professors agreed, she immediately set off and walked quickly in the direction of Hermione.

"Stay in the auditorium and don't go anywhere!"

After dropping a word at Hermione, McGonagall passed by with Hermione and hurried to the hall.

"Hermione ... you ... have you been discovered by anyone?"

When Hermione also came to the entrance of the auditorium, Ron looked at her hesitantly, and asked carefully, but received Hermione's merciless stare.

"Do you think I'll be like you! I've always been reckless ..." She lifted her waist and stretched her fingers to Ron's nose, angrily, "I almost killed you two!"

"What? What happened?" Ron and Harry were scolded by her inexplicably.

"Humph!"

Hermione snorted, and she just skimmed her face, too lazy to speak.

In fact, if she had to say so, she would be right.

If even she was discovered by Filch, Moody might be able to hold on to the corpse for a while. But if that enemy now joins the attack battle together, it is estimated that he will not die.

But then again, when Moody knows that he can't drag on, will he forcefully stay there and die to death?

Maybe he just stepped back and found Dumbledore's defensive barrier.

The consequences of this advance and retreat, Hermione and Moody, who are also authorities, were simply unpredictable.

"Oh! Don't be noisy!" The younger Professor Flitwick waved his short arm, "all whisper, sit down and rest for a while!"

Compared to the anxiety of the students and the restlessness of other professors ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Snape, who was standing by the window, didn't even have the desire to turn his head back.

He just stood sideways by the window, squinting his eyes and staring in the direction of the forbidden forest on the side of the castle, without the slightest expression on his face.

But at this moment, a whole bunch of dense eyes suddenly appeared in the shadow on the edge of the forbidden forest, and that look made Snape's eyes tingle, and he turned his head and looked away.

...

At the gate of the school, Dumbledore was still standing still. The half-moon lens was reflecting the bright moonlight, hiding the pale blue eyes hidden behind.

At the foot of the white wizard, several unfamiliar men and women were lying on the ground side by side, merging into the pavement that had already been buried in the surrounding area, forming a strange picture.

Dumbledore's breathing was only slightly heavy. His long fingers were half loose and tight, holding the old magic wand of one of the three holy artifacts with a steady look straight ahead.

"Tom, don't you plan to come out yet?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of vicissitudes and wisdom, and the tone was flat as if everything was under control.

But even if he asked again, there was still silence. In the distance, the Death Eaters looked at it a little nervously, and the hands holding the wands were too hard to lose their blood.

Since the White Wizard defeated Greenward, the first black demon that stirred up the world's magic world, his prestige has made all black wizards deeply afraid.

At this moment, he was just standing here, letting the Death Eaters dare not move at all.

"Well?"

With Dumbledore's flick, a faint stream of extremely fine black smoke suddenly appeared in the surrounding space. They swirled and rose to form a black gas vortex, converging into the air at a very fast speed.